The BLTS Archive - Dire Dinner Distractions by Kira-Nerys (kardasi@kardasi.com) --- Okay guys, this is the first time ever I try posting a story to ASCEM, so I am hoping it will arrive formatted in a way that will be readable and with no darn long/short sentences.. if however it shows up in a gibberish, bear with me please DATE: January 1999-01-08 DISCLAIMER: They are the property of Paramount. Everything Star Trek in this story is borrowed from the almighty Viacom. No copyright infringement intended. The story is mine though. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is in no way a story where I try to stay true to canon so don't try to place it in an actual DS9 timeline. . . you'll fail. . . As for the type of story. . . it's really smutty. . . I get worse and worse. . . sorry guys. This is just a rather silly plot where the relations between Garak and Dukat might be a little more amicable. . . The story is written purely for steamy sex, okay? So beware, it's explicit and it does have its slashy moments. If that offends you - don't read it please. ARCHIVING: Cardassia Sutra, ASC/EM, Slash Archives, Ariana are OK. Others ask first. FEEDBACK: I would love detailed feedback. Mistakes in grammar and spelling might occur since English is not my first language. --- "Can you believe those two?" Julian said as he was standing next to Garak on the promenade. He was watching as Major Kira Nerys and Gul Dukat were 'at it' again in the middle of the promenade. Dukat's eyes were gleaming with mirth and Kira was spouting fire - as usual. They were always fighting, he thought. "No, I really have given up in trying to understand those two," Garak admitted and lifted an eyebrow. "But I suppose you can't really blame the Major. Dukat has after all done some horrible things to Bajor." Julian mused aloud. "Hmmm," Garak agreed. "But in all honesty, my dear Doctor, he wasn't the sole Cardassian responsible for all those atrocities committed unto Bajor." "Are you defending Dukat?" he asked and turned around to look at his loved one. Garak's eyes were locked onto Dukat and he was smiling slightly. "Well, I can do that now," Garak said and Julian felt the Cardassian's arm slide around his waist. "I've got you." He stared at Garak with puzzlement in his eyes and then the truth hit him. "Ah. . . you and Dukat. . . you used to be lovers? That's why you hated him so much. You were in love with him." Garak waved with his hand in the air. "That is all in the past now. Let's not dwell on things long forgotten." "Come on, Garak. You know how much I hate it when you tell me something and won't give me any details. Now you have to let me know what happened!" --- Garak looked at the young human who stared at him so curiously with those hazel eyes. How could he ever deny Julian anything? But it was a sad story. A story he hadn't intended to share with anyone - ever. "Let's go to our quarters. I will tell you this once, but then we will not talk about it again." Julian put his hand on Garak's arm and nodded. "I promise, Garak. I won't." --- "You are the most despicable man I have ever met! How could you even think I would want to have dinner with you!" Kira shouted from the top of her lungs. "Come now, Major. You don't have to let the entire station find out you are turning me down!" Dukat replied calmly. He did enjoy upsetting the Bajoran, but she really did know how to bruise his ego sometimes. He wondered to himself why he really put up with this crap. Why did he even bother to try? This woman would never feel the same for him as he did for her. He might want her. He might have feelings for her, but they would never be reciprocated. Would they? He stared intently at Kira and suddenly he made a decision. It was a win or lose situation, so he decided to go for it. "Major," he said and grabbed her arms lightly. She squirmed to get out of his grip but he grabbed a firmer hold of her and buried his gaze into her eyes. "If you have dinner with me tomorrow night, I will never, ever make a pass at you again, unless you want me to. I promise you that." Kira stared at him and he saw those brown eyes darken in suspicion. "And why in the Prophets' names would I trust you to keep a promise like that?" "Have I ever lied to you before?" "Ha! Hundreds of times!" she spat, but her eyes revealed her hesitancy. "I am not lying to you now, Major. If you agree to meet me for dinner and spend an entire evening with me. Meet me as you would any other man - no preconceptions, no hostilities and you promise to dress up - as you would with any man that you were attracted to. If you do this I promise you that if you do not enjoy yourself and do not wish to have my attention, I will leave you alone." Kira did not reply at once. She stared at him for a minute, and then another minute. "You promise me?" "Yes." "On everything that means anything to you!" "I swear on Ziyal's life. I will not pursue you again if you agree to this." "One dinner?" "Yes, dinner, and you spend an evening with me. No strings attached. Just talk, spend time with me and get to know me a bit better. If you still don't like what you see, I will leave you alone." "No hidden agenda? No dragging me to your bed against my will?" He felt like she had hit him in the stomach and for a brief moment he wondered if this would be worth it. Why bother? She had such horrible preconceptions about him he could just as well try to make her believe that he was really Bajoran. "Major," he said coldly. "Maybe this was a bad idea. I apologize." Then he turned around to leave. Before he could however, he felt Major Kira's light touch on his elbow. "Dukat," He turned around. Her eyes were filled with - regret? "I. . . I am sorry. That was uncalled for. I have no reason to believe that you have ever done such a thing. I. . . I just. . . I saw a lot during the Occupation." "I can not be held responsible for every horrible act a Cardassian has ever done to a Bajoran any more than you can be held responsible for all the Cardassians killed during the Occupation, Major. . . " "I suppose you're right." Dukat narrowed his eyes and glared at her. He got suspicious when she was this forthcoming. "All right, Dukat. One dinner. Tomorrow night." He hesitated for a second, but then he nodded curtly. "I will pick you up at 1800 hours." "I feel like Cinderella, only the other way around. . . " she mumbled. "Who?" "Nothing. . . " He lifted his eyebrows at her and she sighed irritably: "Cinderella - It's an earth children's tale where a young girl is helped by a fairy to fulfill her dream to go to a ball at the castle. Her evil stepmother and her daughters try to keep her away from the ball where the prince is to choose his wife. But with the help of this fairy the young girl - Cinderella - gets to attend this wonderful ball. The prince chooses her of course - but at midnight she has to leave because the magic stops working. . . " "Ah. . . and I am the prince?" he chided. "Quite the contrary. . . I was just thinking I'll have to live through this until midnight before I get to go home!" she retorted. Dukat was overcome by mirth and he chuckled. "You never know, Major. You just might enjoy yourself!" he said and placed his hand softly on her cheek. She slapped it away with an angry look on her face and left, fuming. Dukat kept laughing and stared at her for a moment before he turned around to leave. --- "There really isn't much to tell, Julian," Garak began, hoping he wouldn't have to follow through with his foolish promise. After all what would it accomplish? "You promised me," the young doctor replied and stared at him with black eyes. Garak knew Julian well enough to know that unless he wanted to be subjected to the young man's moping for days he'd better keep the promise he made. "Very well," Garak rose from the chair and decided to give Julian a shortened version of events. Telling Julian the entire story would serve no purpose and frankly he wished he hadn't made that blatant slip of the tongue at the promenade. Letting Julian know the nature of his relationship with Dukat was a mistake. He could just feel it, but it was too late now. "Dukat and I were lovers," Garak started pacing. "He fell in love with me," And I with him, Garak admitted to himself for the first time in many years, but he said nothing aloud. "Dukat might not have been much younger than I was in years, but he was always... how shall I put it? . . . less mature. He always was willing to go wherever life took him, grabbing opportunities along the way. So, when his father arranged the marriage to Elena, a young woman of a very prominent family, Dukat agreed to marry her. I left him." "You thought he betrayed you," Julian stated. "Yes, but the sad part is that Dukat never saw it that way. He felt that I did all the betrayal. I never realized how hurt he would be by my leaving him. He on the other hand never realized how much he hurt me, I suppose." "And you hated him for marrying another for power?" "For quite a while, I did. But I got over him. I truly did," Garak turned around to look into Julian's eyes. It was important to him that his young lover knew this. He did not want Julian to believe that he had any competition for his affections. "I believe you, Garak. I know you love me," Julian said as he rose to his feet. He moved over to where Garak was standing in front of the window and wrapped his arms around Garak's waist. "Tell me what else happened. There is more, I can tell by the look on your face." Garak's mind wandered back to that moment when it all had blown up in their faces. He could still see the thin form of Legate Dukat's body as it lay on the floor of his office. He had been murdered and Garak arrived just a fraction of a second too late to catch the perpetrator. But that wasn't the worst part of it. As he stood there, leaning over the body, trying to figure out how to proceed, Dukat had entered the room and found him there. "I can understand why he believed what he did. He thought I had killed his father. I sat there with his father's blood on my hands. Dukat knew I was in the Obsidian Order and he also thought I was out to hurt him even more." "So that's why he thinks you are the one who murdered his father?" "Yes, and I can't tell you how much it hurt at the time. After all that we had shared. He knew how I felt about him and still he believed that I would have done such a thing. Some day I will have to let Dukat know that this was not what happened. For his peace of mind, if nothing else." "This bothers you, doesn't it?" "Yes, I suppose it does. I know that in his mind I betrayed him. You see. . . I don't think I ever realized how deeply he cared for me until it was too late. When he saw me sitting there by his father's body I could see that love turn into hatred." "Dukat is an unhappy man. He doesn't let people get close to him. I think the only person in this world who loves him is Ziyal." "I believe so, my dear young Doctor. Dukat is a lonely man, and it pains me to see him throw himself at a woman like Major Kira Nerys, who does not appreciate him the way he deserves." Garak watched as his lover's face turned from a look of compassion to a look of conspiracy. "You know Garak, I don't think the dear Major is as immune to your lovely Dukat's charm as she would like to believe. . . " A wicked smile appeared on Garak's features as he realized what Julian was thinking about. "Hm, and what do you propose we do to make her admit to them then?" "I have an idea..." --- Julian fidgeted in his chair. He didn't really know how to bring the subject up. He couldn't just blurt it out, and Major Kira was not likely to start talking about the Gul herself. So he really did not know how to go about the matter. But he had to know for sure before he and Garak went ahead with their little plan. Matchmaking was always a risky business and in this matter he could bet his beloved teddy bear Kukalaka that it might be damn near life threatening. "You seem very on edge today, Julian," Major Kira pointed out as she tapped the computer panel irritably. "Well, hum. . . it's nothing really," he replied innocently as he forced himself to remain still and at least look like he was concentrating on his work. He'd have to come up with something soon. This day was almost coming to an end. Major Kira would end her shift in less than two hours and by then he must have at least made an attempt to talk to her. "I guess it's me then. I feel like I could just scream," Kira admitted. Julian looked at her. "What's wrong then?" "I've got a date tonight. . . " Julian lifted his brow. Damn! he thought. This was not good. He couldn't just ruin the Major's date on a hunch. "And why is this making you so on edge?" Julian coaxed her. "You won't believe who I am going to have dinner with tonight. . . I can't believe it myself." Then she turned silent and bit her lip. Julian kept staring at her, until finally he grew impatient. "So, are you going to tell me who it is?" "What? Oh, it's. . . you won't believe this. . . it's Gul Dukat. And Prophets help you if you tell anyone about this!" "Gul Dukat?" Julian's heart leapt in his chest. This was damn near perfect. "You are going to go on a date with Dukat?" Kira squirmed in her chair. "Yeah, well it's not like it's a date date." "Uh-huh?" Julian chided. "And what kind of a date is it if it's not a date date?" "Well, I only agreed to it because he promised if I did this he would stop pursuing me for good if I didn't like it." "Okay. . . " Julian said. "Fair enough. . . so you agreed to go on this date to get him off your back?" "Yes, exactly!" Kira said and smiled brightly. "So, if that's all there is to it you should be cart-wheeling around Ops, right?" "Yes!" "But you're not!" "I know!" "Now, why is that?" Julian said. "I don't know." "Because you're nervous." "I guess. . . " "So, why are you nervous, Nerys? This is the best thing that could have happened to you. You have to spend a single evening with Dukat and if you don't like it he's going to leave you alone for good. So what are you afraid of?" Kira didn't answer, so Julian did it for her. "You're afraid you just might like it after all, aren't you?" Her doe-like eyes were full of fear as she stared at him. Then she nodded. Julian smiled inside. This was perfect. She needed some help to get over those old preconceptions and the inhibitions. His and Garak's plan would help her do that just nicely. "What is it that scares you most, Nerys?" he asked softly. "That you might enjoy the evening and admit it to him or that you might enjoy the evening, not admit it and he'll keep his promise to leave you alone?" "I want him to leave me alone!" she moaned. "I don't want to deal with this!" This was getting better by the minute, Kira had - unwillingly and maybe even without realizing it - admitted that there was indeed something to deal with in the first place. This made Julian even surer that what he had planned was the right thing to do. And he couldn't help but admitting to himself he would be enjoying what he had planned too. . . "It seems you will have to, Nerys. Either you tell him that you're not coming to see him tonight and he'll keep pursuing you because then he'll know that you don't want him to stop. Or you go see him tonight and you might also have to deal with the fact that he'll find out that you like him a lot more than you're letting on. . . Or you go there, you manage not to let on that you actually do care and he'll get out of your life for good, which you don't really want, right?" Kira flopped down on a chair. She looked completely drained. "That's pretty much it I am afraid." "Well, he's forced you this far. . . I don't think he'll just let go now," Julian said. "Thanks for brightening my day," she said ironically. "I am simply stating a fact, Nerys." Julian said softly. "But I don't like him, Julian. I really don't!" She looked at him tiredly and he almost felt sorry for her. It wasn't easy. He knew as well as she did what Dukat had been during the Occupation, but he could be more objective and see that Dukat wasn't as bad as she made him out to be. "Have you ever really given yourself a chance to find out what you truly think about him? Do you know him well enough to judge that? Or do you just see him as the Prefect of Bajor? An icon to blame the Occupation on?" "I don't know, Julian," Kira sighed. "Don't you think you owe it to yourself to find that out at least?" "Since when did you become so clever and insightful? I thought you were a stuck up brat. When did you grow up?" Julian just smiled at her and winked. The brief question of why he was doing this flew through his mind and was met by an honest admission. He was doing this for himself too, but most of all for Kira. She needed to let go a little bit. --- Kira stood in her quarters in front of a mirror wondering what the hell she was going to wear. She knew Dukat would not accept it if she showed up in her uniform or casual clothes. He had asked her to dress up for him and she found it hard to know what to put on. She didn't want him to feel like she hadn't made an effort; that might make him call off the whole thing and for whatever reasons she might have - she didn't want that. But she certainly didn't want to overdress either. She did not look forward to being escorted from her quarters to Dukat's wearing an evening gown. The entire station would be abuzz with gossip before they reached his quarters, but she didn't have much of a choice. So she finally put her eyes on the wine-colored dress - her favorite. Why not wear that one? It would make her feel comfortable with what she was wearing, and she would need all the help she could get to feel comfortable this evening. The dress was long and had a generous skirt, which flowed around her legs like a soft summer-breeze when she walked, the top was sleeveless and the only thing that kept it up was the fact that the top hugged her torso tightly. She slipped into the gown and pulled up the zipper and then she stepped into the shoes. One last glance at the mirror and she was ready to go. Her heart was pounding and she looked at the chronometer. It was time. Where was he? She hoped she wouldn't have to. . . . The door chime rang and with an unsteady voice she said; "Enter!" It was him of course. She didn't know if she was supposed to feel relieved at that or worried. His blue eyes gazed at her intently. She shivered under his scrutiny. When he finally spoke it was in a soft whisper. "Dear Nerys, you look good enough to eat. . . " She bit her lip to stop herself from forbidding him to call her Nerys. She had promised to meet him like he was any man. Could she live up to that? He wasn't just any man. He was Dukat, how could he expect her to just forget that? But she had promised to put away her preconceptions, promised to spend an evening with him without prejudging his actions and to keep the hostilities away. Could she actually do that without. . . ? She forced herself to smile and say: "I definitely hope you have another meal planned for us tonight." Dukat threw his head back and laughed heartily. She could hardly stop herself from staring at him. She had rarely - if ever - seen him out of uniform. It was a pleasant experience. It made it easier for her to look at him differently. He was indeed an attractive man, she had to admit. This night he was dressed in a pair of formfitting, black pants, not unlike those he wore with his uniform, but the dreadful boots were gone and he was wearing another pair of shoes, more like the ones that went with the Starfleet uniforms. His broad shoulders were hugged by a dark blue sweater, which was cut in the typical Cardassian manner to accommodate his neck ridges. "Not to worry, my sweet Nerys. I have prepared a very nice meal for the two of us." His eyes sparkled with mirth and she couldn't help but smile back at him. "You actually don't look too bad yourself," she surprised herself by saying and he turned to look at her suspiciously. He was obviously pleased with what he saw in her eyes because he simply tilted his head and said; "Thank you. Shall we?" He held out his arm to her and they left her quarters. --- "Are you sure you have everything we will need?" Julian said nervously. "We don't have much time. I think we have to beam over right now or it will be too late. I saw Dukat leave his quarters almost five minutes ago." "Calm down, my sweet Julian. Dukat was walking over to her quarters. It will take them at least fifteen more minutes to get back to where Dukat is staying. We don't want to spend more time in there than we have to." "I suppose you are right. . . " "One last time, Julian. Are you absolutely sure about this? You are not doing this for me, simply because of what I told you?" Garak's eyes were shining with concern and Julian's heart jumped in his chest. "No, Garak. I'll find this as enjoyable as you will, never fear!" he assured his Cardassian lover. "I love you Julian, don't ever doubt it!" Garak said and kissed him firmly. Julian snaked his hands around Garak's stockier waist and kissed him back enthusiastically. "I love you too, Garak! Now let's go shall we?" Garak nodded and pressed the button of the site-to-site transporter and they dissolved into shimmering light only to appear a moment later in Dukat's quarters. "Oh dear, he has pulled out all the stops tonight!" Garak said with a wide grin as he walked over to the beautifully set table. "Candles. Bajoran Spring Wine. . . I even think that is homecooked vek'lava," he said and pointed at the dish on the table. . . "My, my, Dukat hasn't lost his touch!" "Come on Garak, you're making me nervous here. Let's get ready!" "Patience, my young friend," Garak teased but did as Julian asked. Only moments later there was no trace that they had ever been in the room. --- Dukat pressed the code to his quarters and bade Kira to enter the room. He watched her intently to see her reaction. He was not disappointed. Her eyes widened when she saw the table. She seemed almost nervous. He had never anticipated that. He had expected her to be angry, hostile or even stubbornly quiet. But she did not react that way at all. She seemed fidgety, nervous - almost like a schoolgirl on her first date. Dukat wondered if this evening might prove to be more interesting than he had anticipated. He escorted Kira to her chair and they sat down to enjoy their meal. Dukat thoroughly looked forward to the evening. He had promised himself that he would not tease or taunt her. He would simply try to let her get to know him at her own pace. Talk about anything and everything, anything that didn't have to do with the Occupation or the Cardassian Military - or Bajor and its Prophets. He hoped she would follow these unwritten rules of the evening herself. "So, what would you like to talk about?" Kira said nervously as if she had read his mind. "I suppose the Occupation is out of the question - as well as the Celestial Temple and the Prophets. . . " Dukat had to smile. "My dear Nerys. You are absolutely right." "Then what can we talk about. . . ?" Kira asked hesitantly. "We can talk about personal likes and dislikes in the areas of art, music, literature, holodeck programs, sports. . . " "All right, all right - I get your point. . . " she laughed. "I didn't realize you liked holodeck programs." "I don't. I said likes and *dislikes*. . . " Dukat responded dryly and was met by understanding in Kira's eyes. "Now, let's eat. . . " Dukat said and leaned over to pour her a glass of Bajoran spring wine. He watched as she gazed at the glass. Her slender fingers gripped the delicate foot of the glass and her eyes averted his. She still seemed nervous. He wondered why. He had reason to be nervous. She didn't. He had to make sure he reached her now, or he would never be given another chance. She had nothing to lose. . . unless. . . unless she was afraid he might actually get through to her. He lifted his eyes from the glass to her face and saw the answer there. The insecurity, the anticipation, and he realized he had been right all along. The attraction was there, between them, she could handle that - as she had been for years, but she was afraid he might actually get her to like him. --- Suddenly Dukat stiffened in his chair and could do nothing but close his mouth as he felt something move up his leg. It felt like a - a hand. . . . Dukat stared at Kira, but there was no way she could be touching him like that. She was sitting at the far end of the table and both her hands were on the table. She was fidgeting with a napkin and her gaze was locked onto the plate in front of her. He was just about ready to lean down to look beneath the table when the roving hand reached the inside of his thigh, squeezing gently. Dukat nearly gasped as he felt himself harden instantaneously at the intimate touch. It felt familiar somehow. . . The stroking hand moved further up along his thigh and he felt the blood rush to his groin. "Dukat?" He started in his chair and responded with a questioning sound. "Hm? I am sorry, Nerys. What did you say?" "I was asking if you had made this vek'lava yourself." Dukat simply nodded. "It's very good." "Yes, ah. . . " The hand between his legs reached up to his groin and stroked and squeezed him gently. The sensation was exquisite. It was as if, whomever those hands belonged to, they knew exactly how to arouse him beyond reason. Stroking firmly at the insides of his thigh, brushing lightly against the head of his growing erection, alternating hard and soft squeezes along his shaft. . . "Actually Ziyal taught me how to make that. She is quite fond of Bajoran food." "I see. . . " He watched Nerys where she was sitting and imagined her soft hands touching him like that. He wondered what her hands would feel like if they were doing this to him. This only made him harden more and he bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud. "Are you all right, Dukat?" Kira said and frowned. "You seem a little distracted." He fought to regain his composure and responded quickly. "Yes, you look so lovely tonight, Nerys. I am at a loss for words. . . " "There's got to be a first time for everything," she laughed. Dukat didn't know what to say or do. He couldn't draw attention to what was happening under the table. He was sure that would make Nerys run out of his quarters screaming, accusing him of trying to force himself upon her. He couldn't have that happening. But who the hell was underneath his table at this very moment, caressing him so intimately? So expertly. The hands moved from his groin to his waist and started undoing the clasp of his pants. The quarters were so dimly lit that he couldn't make out what they hands really looked like when he glanced down. They seemed pale, gray - like Cardassian skin. . . Without thinking about it he pulled the chair closer to the table to make it easier for those hands to reach him. He could have kicked himself when he realized what he just did, but then it was too late. The hands took this as an invitation to move on. --- Kira watched Dukat intently over the table. He seemed a little flushed and a bit nervous. But she supposed she couldn't hold it against him. She realized at this very moment that he meant to keep his promise. He had made a real effort to make her feel welcome and at ease in his company this evening. He hadn't been teasing or taunting her, and he hadn't made any blatant passes at her. So far. . . the evening was still young she supposed. But he was uncharacteristically quiet this evening. She felt obliged to start a conversation and she tied into their earlier comments about holodecks. "To be quite honest I never understood how some people can spend so much time in a holosuite," she said and watched Dukat where he was sitting. He gazed at her intently and she could suddenly see all that passion in his eyes. He looked at her as if he wanted to grab a hold of her and carry her to his bed. She felt a sudden pang of fear but swallowed it instantly. She *knew* - how, she had no idea - but she knew he would never do anything like that against her will. "Holodecks never held any attraction to me. If I want to take a swim. . . " Dukat silenced for a second. "I'd rather go to a planet where I could take a swim for real." "I merely use them for exercise. Like playing spring ball for instance. Have you ever tried a game of spring ball, Dukat?" "No, I can't say that I have, but I wouldn't mind trying one if you promise to teach me how to play. I hear that. . . " he silenced again and she watched him a bit closer. He seemed a bit preoccupied, as if he had a hard time concentrating on what she was saying - or what he was supposed to say. "I hear that you are quite good at it," he finished. "Yes," Kira silenced abruptly as she felt the slightest touch along her calves. Her head shot up. What now? Was it Dukat? But no, he was sitting at his end of the table watching her intently as if he was simply waiting for her to continue. Both his hands were on the table. And the hands kept caressing her. They were soft and gentle - but who did they belong to? She was about to lean over to check underneath the table when they reached her inner thighs. The hands had pushed away the soft fabric of her gown and were now touching the sensitive skin between her legs. Softly brushing against her knees they moved upwards. "Nerys?" "What? Oh yes, I have been playing Spring Ball ever since. . . ever since the Occupation was over." Then she realized what she had been saying. He didn't comment however and she felt the need to apologize. "I didn't mean to. . . ." "I know you didn't. It's all right. I realize that the issue has to come up at one point. . . " Kira didn't hear what he said next. She simply looked at him. Watched him where he was sitting. The anonymous hands moved up between her legs and caressed her. It was frightening, not knowing who was touching her so intimately, but it was also exciting and she found that she didn't want the caresses to end. She simply sat there, feeling them grow more intimate, touching her more expertly, caressing her so she could feel the wetness growing between her thighs as she watched Dukat while he was speaking. Wondering what it would feel like if he was the one touching her like that. The thought almost made her moan aloud. --- Garak was enjoying what he was doing immensely. His firm hands stroked Dukat's slender thighs and he reveled at the sensation as it brought almost forgotten memories to the surface. Flashes of the two of them making nearly violent love flooded his mind. Garak remembered the feelings he had once had for this man and allowed them to reach the surface one last time. He considered this the farewell they were never allowed to experience before their relationship became so complex and so full of hatred. He reveled at the sensation of Dukat's sinewy legs underneath the palms of his hands and felt the first stirrings of his own arousal. It was exciting, sitting there underneath the table, knowing that Dukat might - at any second - decide to check who was actually touching him. Garak wondered how his former lover would feel if he knew who was caressing him like that. Would he be furious? Turned on? Disgusted? Garak didn't care much. Instead he let his fingers move on to the task ahead. He and Julian had decided to do this as much for their own sake as for Kira's and Dukat's. Garak wanted to help Dukat. After finding Julian, the hatred had subsided and he wanted to see his former lover happy and this was his contribution. Oh, he didn't fool himself. He wanted to touch Dukat like this one last time, even if the man didn't know it was him, and Garak knew that Julian had always had a thing for the Bajoran First officer. So, comfortable as they were in their relationship they had agreed to do this. "If I can turn Kira on while she's sitting there in front of Dukat, maybe that's all that's needed to make her give in to the desire she's feeling for him," Julian had mused aloud as they began planning their devious little plot. "And if it doesn't work?" Garak had said. "Well, then we've at least tried, and we've both had a fantasy fulfilled, right?" his young lover had said and winked at him. And he had agreed to it. Garak moved his hands over Dukat's erection, caressing him the way he knew turned the other man on really bad. Squeezing Dukat lightly at first, then firmer and scratching his nails along the ridge of the rock hard member. He knew this had always driven Dukat wild. He listened carefully and smiled to himself as Dukat stuttered or lost track of what he was saying. Not so eloquent now, my dear friend, hm? Garak thought to himself. He reached upward to the fastenings of Dukat's trousers and smiled even broader as the man moved the chair closer to the table so he could reach better. It seems I haven't lost my touch, have I, dear Elmo? Dukat was obviously enjoying his touches more than he could have hoped for. Quickly he opened the buttons of Dukat's pants and pulled him out of the trousers, and caressed him gently for a while, rubbing the ridges tantalizingly slowly and then a bit faster and harder. Dukat's legs tensed and he knew the man was getting closer to release. That's when Garak leaned forward and pulled the head into his mouth, licking Dukat up and down along the shaft. He felt Dukat thrust his hips almost imperceptibly, urging him to go on. Garak smiled and grazed his teeth along the ridge and finally he took the entire erection into his mouth. Oh, this feels so good, Garak thought. Having Dukat's erection in his mouth was wonderful. The Cardassian ridges felt like coming home. --- Oh, Gods! Dukat thought. This is not happening. Someone is sitting underneath my table giving me a terrific blowjob while Major Kira Nerys is sitting there across the table watching me. Her eyes look so hungry. . . Or is it just me? Have I lost all sense of rational thought, is that it? Am I only seeing what I want to see? "Oh," he gasped as the hot mouth took him in completely and flashbacks flooded his mind. He could only remember one person in his life who had been able to do that to him, and it was Elim. He bit his lip and glanced over at Kira, but she didn't seem to have noticed his gasp and he narrowed his eyes. She looked flushed and positively excited. Could it be that someone else was underneath that table, giving her the same thorough treatment? Dukat felt a sudden rush of jealousy at that mere thought. But it vanished almost immediately as the harsh tongue of - Elim? Gods, Elim was doing this to him? - licked along the length of him. He couldn't remember why he hated the man so much at this very moment. He was getting closer to release by the minute. Watching Kira sitting there in front of him while Elim was doing this to him was almost too much, so he bit his lip once again, fearful he would soon be drawing blood. Gods, he would come any second now and by then he would not be able to stay quiet. Why in the Great Gul's name was Elim there, doing this to him? --- Julian's hands moved up Kira's thighs. Her skin was so soft, and pale like cream. He pushed aside the garment gently, fearful she might reach down and slap his hands away or reach down to look at him and scream. She moved as if to do just that, but Julian moved his hands up along her thighs caressing her softly. Then he let his hands move up to the edge of her silky panties and he tore them off her in a swift movement. He could feel her start underneath his hands but she did nothing to stop him. So he continued caressing her, more intimately and he smiled to himself as she spread her legs to allow him better access to her wetness. He leaned forward and buried his face between her legs. She scooted forward on the chair and he licked the insides of her thighs, he felt her tense under his touch, but he didn't stop, he simply licked the soft skin languidly. Slow circles moving closer to her center. He could hear her laugh unsteadily at something Dukat said, but she had trouble responding, he could tell. Then he flicked his tongue out to touch the most sensitive nub and he was delighted at the taste of her. He loved Garak, he truly did, but tasting a woman in his mouth again was delicious. He suckled and licked a while longer until he could feel her legs tremble underneath his touch. She was so close she would come any second if he kept going. That was when he pulled back. He turned around slowly under the table, careful not to make any noises and looked at Garak who had also let go of Dukat and they grinned at each other as Garak reached for the site-to-site transporter and the two partners in crime dematerialized from Dukat's quarters. --- The caresses stopped and Dukat nearly cried out loud. He was only fractions of a second away from release. Was this what Garak had in mind? Pushing him to the edge, forcing him to make a complete fool out of himself, embarrassing both himself and Major Kira? He wanted to reach down and finish the job, he wanted to get up and pull Kira into his embrace, burying himself in her, but he couldn't do that. He leaned his head back and breathed. He was hard as a rock and the arousal was so strong he knew he could not ignore it. He couldn't even put his pants on, he was too hard. All he could seem to do was sit there and wish for Kira to leave. . . or to come to him. Great Gul - if she would only come to him. Nerys, he thought and looked at her through heavy-lidded eyes. Come here and sit in my lap. . . . She looked just as distraught as he felt, and he realized he had been right. Someone else had been there - Garak's lover, Dr Bashir maybe? - caressing her just as intimately and she was on the verge herself. Her only option was to get out as soon as possible, go back to her quarters to finish the job or allow him to do it for her. Would she? "Nerys," he whispered huskily. "Yes. . . " "Come to me, Nerys, I beg you. . . please come to me..." There was no question in her eyes. She knew what he meant and he held his breath when she rose from the chair and started moving towards him. He swallowed hard as he watched the rosy tinge of her skin. As she moved towards him she pulled the skirt higher and higher until she held it in its entirety just low enough not to allow him to see her. The sight of her like that - her beautiful legs, that blush on her face, the passion in her eyes - was nearly enough to send him over the top. He closed his eyes and swallowed again. She reached him and he pulled his chair back. He watched her eyes widen as she saw him, but she did not hesitate when she kneeled before him, put her hand around his throbbing erection and took him into her hot, wet mouth. He'd never expected her to do that and the suddenness of it all made his mind go reeling. When she nearly managed to accommodate all of him, he closed his eyes shut. "Oh, Great Gul!" he moaned and grabbed the edges of the chair so hard it hurt. The feel of her warm flesh grabbing him tightly, her tongue swirling around him made his breathing ragged and he knew he would come right away. "I can't take that, Nerys, I can't hold back. . . " In answer to his admission he felt her tongue swirl faster around his hard member and he cried out as the release came crashing down on him with the tidal forces of a tsunami. The thought of it being her doing that to him was too much, too sudden, too good. . . and he shot his seed into her warm, welcoming mouth. He had to restrain himself not to thrust into her. His violent release had not lessened his erection however and moments later, when he had collected himself a little, he pulled her to her feet and dragged her into his lap. She sank down onto him in a swift movement and he watched her as she gasped out loud and flung her head back at the intensity of the sensations. He reveled at the sight of her. She was beautiful, truly beautiful. He grabbed her waist and helped her move on him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers and sucked her tongue into his mouth, kissing her eagerly. She did not resist him, quite the contrary, she put her arms around his neck and her hands slid into his hair, to pull his head closer. Her responsiveness and her eagerness made his arousal grow fast. He held her waist firmly in his hands as he thrust once, twice, three times inside her and she met him with equal vigor. She groaned, pulled away from him and then she bit down hard on one of his neck-ridges. He gasped and moved his hand down between them to caress her, determined to bring her with him before he came once more, and he felt a twinge of satisfaction when that was all that was necessary to push her over the edge. He forced his eyes open to watch her as the release came crashing down on her, with incredible force. The look on her face was a beautiful sight. She threw her head back and he leaned forward to kiss her throat, licking his way to her full lips and they kissed. She responded enthusiastically and Dukat reveled in the sensation. He had never really believed that he would experience Kira participating in such an act with him. "Oh, Nerys. . . " he groaned as his second release came over him, not as violent as the first, but still very sweet. --- Julian found himself being pushed up against a wall when he and Garak materialized in their quarters. "Julian," Garak hissed. "I want you, right now. . . " Julian simply nodded and his arousal was just as strong as Garak's. He was pulling at the Cardassian's tunic in almost frenzied movements. He leaned forward to capture Garak's mouth for a kiss and the older man's hands roamed over his body, from his buttocks, over his hips, up to his shoulders and into his hair, tugging his head closer for a harsher, more intense kiss. Julian could feel his own rock hard member press against Garak's insistent erection and they thrust against each other almost violently. "Oh, Garak, I want you too. . . " he gasped and didn't even flinch when he heard the ripping of fabric as Garak pulled his pants down. In turn he pulled the tunic off of Garak and threw it onto the floor. Julian drank the sight of the Cardassian's beautifully sculpted chest. The pants went the same way in a hurry and soon they were both standing there naked before each other. He moaned aloud when Garak slid his hands down between them and started caressing his shaft. They kept kissing eagerly. There was no time for elaborate foreplay, they both knew what they wanted. Julian pushed at Garak to make him move towards the bedroom, but the Cardassian resisted. "No time," he grunted. "Great Gul, there's no time for that, Julian." Instead Garak took Julian's hand to his mouth and suckled intensely at his fingers. Julian watched the fire in his lover's eyes and obliged. Garak leaned down and closed his lips around Julian's erection, licking, wetting him generously. Julian gasped at the feeling of his lover's hot mouth around him, but Garak quit what he was doing before Julian could really enjoy it. Then he turned around and leaned against the table standing behind them. Julian moved his hand down between Garak and himself and pressed his fingers gently into the Cardassian's taut opening. Resisting his own desperate need to simply slam into his lover he carefully massaged the opening to make it easier for Garak, but the older man simply pressed against him and begged. "Now, Julian, now!" Not needing to be asked twice, Julian pressed inside Garak and both men moaned aloud as they joined. "This is going to be a quick one!" Julian warned between ragged breaths. "I know. Gods, Julian, I know!" Garak grunted as Julian slammed into him hard. Their movements were frantic and Julian knew he would not be able to hold back for long, so he reached around Garak's waist and grabbed the older man's throbbing erection, pumping hard. He barely had time to touch his lover before Garak moaned in abandon and came all over his hand. Garak's intense orgasm forced Julian to reach his own release. --- "What in the name of the Prophets happened in here, Dukat?" she groaned as she relaxed in his lap. He pushed her up so he could look into her eyes. "I think I know, Nerys, but I promise you, I had nothing to do with it! You have to believe me. . . " "It doesn't matter," she said tiredly. "It happened. You know now without a shadow of a doubt that I am attracted to you as well. How or why it happened is really of no consequence." "But it does matter to me. It does matter to me that you believe me. . . " he insisted. "Then tell me," she said. "I believe it was Garak and Dr. Bashir. . . " "Garak and Julian? What makes you believe that?" she said and pulled back a little. His grip around her waist tightened. He didn't want her to go. He wanted to feel her close to him for a while longer. He relaxed, just a little, when she made no move to get out of his embrace. She just stared quizzically at him. He looked away. He supposed he had to tell her the truth, or else she would never believe him. "Elim. . . Garak and I - we used to be lovers and I could wager my soul on the fact that he was the one underneath that table. I'd recognize his touches, his caresses anywhere." Dukat admitted. "You and - Garak? I don't believe it. You two hate each other. . . " "There is a story behind that and we were lovers long before those things ever happened." "All right, just for the sake of argument, let's say it was indeed Garak. Why the hell would he be doing that?" "I really, truly don't know, Nerys. But I plan to find out." "And if that was Garak I can only surmise that the one touching me was Julian. . . That does make sense - all those questions he was asking about our 'date'. . . . Oh my god, that brat. I am going to kill him!" Kira started squirming to get out of Dukat's lap, but he held her tight. "I don't plan to let you go just yet. It won't be midnight for several more hours..." --- The End